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Joan
drew
the
curtains
round
the
bed
so
as
to
make
an
excellent
tent
of
it
,
and
put
the
smaller
children
inside
.
“
If
it
comes
to
the
worst
we
can
sleep
there
too
,
for
one
night
,
”
she
said
.
“
But
let
us
try
further
on
,
and
get
something
for
the
dears
to
eat
!
O
,
Tess
,
what
’
s
the
use
of
your
playing
at
marrying
gentlemen
,
if
it
leaves
us
like
this
!
”
Accompanied
by
‘
Liza
-
Lu
and
the
boy
she
again
ascended
the
little
lane
which
secluded
the
church
from
the
townlet
.
As
soon
as
they
got
into
the
street
they
beheld
a
man
on
horseback
gazing
up
and
down
.
“
Ah
—
I
’
m
looking
for
you
!
”
he
said
,
riding
up
to
them
.
“
This
is
indeed
a
family
gathering
on
the
historic
spot
!
”
It
was
Alec
d
’
Urberville
.
“
Where
is
Tess
?
”
he
asked
.
Personally
Joan
had
no
liking
for
Alec
.
She
cursorily
signified
the
direction
of
the
church
,
and
went
on
,
d
’
Urberville
saying
that
he
would
see
them
again
,
in
case
they
should
be
still
unsuccessful
in
their
search
for
shelter
,
of
which
he
had
just
heard
.
When
they
had
gone
d
’
Urberville
rode
to
the
inn
,
and
shortly
after
came
out
on
foot
.
In
the
interim
Tess
,
left
with
the
children
inside
the
bedstead
,
remained
talking
with
them
awhile
,
till
,
seeing
that
no
more
could
be
done
to
make
them
comfortable
just
then
,
she
walked
about
the
churchyard
,
now
beginning
to
be
embrowned
by
the
shades
of
nightfall
.
The
door
of
the
church
was
unfastened
,
and
she
entered
it
for
the
first
time
in
her
life
.
Within
the
window
under
which
the
bedstead
stood
were
the
tombs
of
the
family
,
covering
in
their
dates
several
centuries
.
They
were
canopied
,
alter
-
shaped
,
and
plain
;
their
carvings
being
defaced
and
broken
;
their
brasses
torn
from
the
matrices
,
the
rivet
-
holes
remaining
like
martin
-
holes
in
a
sandcliff
.
Of
all
the
reminders
that
she
had
ever
received
that
her
people
were
socially
extinct
there
was
none
so
forcible
as
this
spoliation
.
She
drew
near
to
a
dark
stone
on
which
was
inscribed
:
OSTIUM
SEPULCHRI
ANTIQUAE
FAMILIAE
D
’
URBERVILLE
Tess
did
not
read
Church
-
Latin
like
a
Cardinal
,
but
she
knew
that
this
was
the
door
of
her
ancestral
sepulchre
,
and
that
the
tall
knights
of
whom
her
father
had
chanted
in
his
cups
lay
inside
.
